Hi there! So just trying this out. Give this a chance... character inspiration from Miss Private Daniel Jackson! She is a very good writer check out her stories as well... anyways hope you like and review if you did! OH! FYI the story picture is the tattoo that is around Emily's forearm.

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Emily-Lorraine Jordyn Singer. That's a mouthful eh? I go by many names, my friends call me Emma or Em. Other hunters call me Bobby's kid Emily, and my other family they call me Supervisory Special Agent Emily Jordyn (SSA for shot) or just Jordyn.

I'm sure you have read many stories about a lost child getting her life straighten out and becoming all noble and shit like that but honestly this is nothing like that. I worked my ass off to be where I am today. I lost everything, gained some then lost it all again.

My mother died when I was about 4 or five. I can't remember my dad told me she had been sick for a while and when she died he was heart-broken. That's when the hunting started. He would disappear for days at a time and come back covered in blood. I begged him to tell me what he was doing and when I turned 10 he told me. I was grown up for my age and when I finally saw how much of a hero my father was I wanted to be just like him. Sure it was a glamorous life nor was it easy. But hey I lived.

I got into my fair share of trouble and I have scars to prove it. I helped kill so many things that by the time I turned 15 I sort of lost my ability to give crap about when I lost the motivation. I guess it all started when I met the Winchesters. John was a hunter out for revenge and his two boys were at his side. Sam and Dean, close but very different. Dean was the type you had to hammer at to get anything from him, he hid everything about himself from strangers but once you got past the shell he was a caring and honourable guy. Sam was the brains. He was kind but he had his secrets. Once you got to know Sam you knew how much he hated his life. Sure he loved his brother and father but he didn't want to be a hunter. He wanted to be normal so bad it got me thinking to. Sure I loved helping people but was this the way to do it?

Me and those boys were close for a while. We had random meetings over the years ever since I was 15 but when I turned 17 they stayed with me while Bobby and their father went to clear a nest of Vamps. They were very clear as to us staying at the house. So we did, for a while. I was stuck in that house for four days with those two and to be honest it was the most fun and normal week I have ever spent. I loved it and I came to regard them as my friends.

Then we all got annoyed. It had been three days since we last heard from our fathers. Sam was sure nothing bad was happening but me and Dean just had this feeling. Sam was sweet and I felt my stomach flip when he talked to me or said my name, but her was wrong. Yeah sue me I had a crush on the boy, but trust me if you saw those puppy eyes you would be in the same boat!

So Dean called John and he offered his help and John agreed. He had no idea I was coming and I knew Bobby would not like it. When we all arrived at an abandoned barn my father just stared at me. He didn't want me there, he was very protective and cautious. " Don't worry Daddy, I'll be fine." I smiled as I kissed him on the cheek as we went on with our plan. I followed Dean and Sam followed me. John and Bobby went in the front. Now I wish I had stayed home.

Me and my clumsy feet. I was supposed to just quickly walk into the room and chop a head off. Not that bit of a deal, done it so many times but this time I wasn't expecting for the Vamp to be awake. He attacked and then all hell broke loose. The rest woke and started attacking the others. They held their ground but I was struggling to keep my footing. I saw the four of them surrounded and they fought well. I however was screwed. The Vamp was biting me and as hard as I fought I couldn't get to them and they couldn't get to me.

Sam and Dean tried their very best pushing past the crowd of Vamps but their father stopped them. Bobby was looking around in a panic. The Vamp had knocked me out and the last thing I saw was my father chopping off one's head and then bolting after me. That was the last time I saw my father.

Hours I spent in the trunk of a car pounding for my life. My head was throbbing and my ears ringing. I woke up I'm sure days later in the middle of fucking nowhere with bloody clothes and an unquenchable thirst. That son of a bitch turned me and left me to die. I didn't want to believe it at first but when I could hear blood pumped through someone from a block away and the smell of blood made my mouth hurt I knew. The teeth were a give away. But I swear I never hurt a human.

I wanted to go home so badly but I knew I couldn't. Hell I was afraid! All the other hunters would know and would come after me. My dad would try to protect me but I knew he couldn't handle having a Vampire daughter as much as I could handle being one. I couldn't put that one him. This was my fault and not his. So I disappeared. First I had to find a way to be human again.

I spent a year looking for help but there just wasn't anything that could be done. I was about to give in and just put a bullet in my head when I found someone. For lack of better words, she was a witch. I didn't trust her but what she did helped. She suggested a brand. It would stop the hunger from being so intense, the sounds would only be heard if I concentrated, and animal blood is what I would "snack" on only once a year. I was happy with that. So I let her do her thing. I though the brand would be like a burn or something but instead it looked more like a tattoo around the top of my forearm.

It worked. The sounds of blood and heart beats were quiet and only when I wanted to hear them they showed up. The animal blood one a year that I could get from any rabbit or deer. Yea I know it's not clean but hey it was better then killing people. But I still wasn't Emily-Lorraine Jordyn Singer anymore. I had to be someone else. I still couldn't go home, I missed my dad like hell everyday but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I missed Sam telling me about his dreams and I miss Dean begging for some pie (I make one hell of a pie). I missed hunting, even though at the moment I was the hunted. But it was time for change. I worked my ass off at a local dinner in a small town just out side of D.C every night to save up. I living in an old and kind of dirty apartment, and took early morning classes at a small college to get enough credits to go to university. I had decided I wanted to be normal. So after working harder then I have ever worked I got my grades up, got into the university of Washington, graduated as one of the top students and then applied to the FBI academy.

My life has been one roller coaster that no one should ever have to ride. Sure it is a bit unorthodox but I can't help it. I was raised a hunter and I have a need to help, protect and die for others. Not a day goes by without me thinking about my dad, Sam and Dean or other hunters I have met through the years, Helen and her daughter Jo, Rufus, and Ash. I can't tell you how much I have thought about calling them all and telling them I'm alright, or how many times I have dreamt about my dad, or how much heart break I must have cause him. It hurts me everyday, but I can't go back. Not like this, not as the animal I am. No way. He'll be alright. He has John and those boys, he always did go on and on about them. He'll move on and so will I.